This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The sound of Zhang Xianling and the Eastern Territory Divine King's discussion in the mountains still lingered, echoing through the valley. It was as if the sound was still expounding the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, lingering around every leaf and stone, immersing the entire valley in a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere.

Yet, a catastrophe struck suddenly, like a devastating storm. The Northern Wilderness' demonic tribe, like a surging black tide, swept towards the Eastern Territory with overwhelming force. Suddenly, the sky and earth changed color, and the winds and clouds surged. Wherever the demonic horde passed, mountains and rivers shattered, and the once magnificent landscape was instantly reduced to a scorched earth. The flames of war raged, and the endless flames of battle engulfed much of the Eastern Territory. The cries and cries of the people, mingling with each other, resounded through the air. They were displaced, and the land was in mourning.

The Eastern Territory God King's face was solemn, his eyes gleaming with determination. He gazed upon the apocalyptic scene, knowing full well that in this critical moment of survival, he had no choice but to personally lead his army to the border to meet the oncoming Northern Wilderness demons. On the battlefield, shouts of slaughter shook the earth, and the radiance of magical weapons crisscrossed, seemingly shaking the very world. The God King, divine weapon in hand, led his troops in a desperate struggle against the demons. Each of his moves embodied immense power, and wherever he struck, demons fell in droves. But the demons were too numerous, and they pressed forward, unstoppable.

As the God King and the demons clashed fiercely, their battle stalemate raging, the Northern Wilderness Demon King, cloaked in darkness, emerged like a ghost. A cold, sinister grin etched itself on his face, his eyes gleaming with endless malice and greed. He coldly surveyed the battlefield, as if enjoying a spectacle. Suddenly, his lips curled upwards, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, muttering a single word, and instantly unleashed a deadly sneak attack. A flash of black, demonic light, like lightning, pierced the God King's body with lightning speed. The God King spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his body uncontrollably flung backward like a kite with its string cut, before crashing heavily to the ground, sending a cloud of dust soaring. His body, severely wounded, his aura weakened, and his soul, shattered by the devastating blow, seemed to be extinguished like a candle in the wind.

In this crucial moment, between life and death, the God King, clinging to his last shreds of clarity, summoned his closest confidants with all his might, "Quick...quickly summon Zhang Xianling..." His voice was weak yet tinged with urgency. Upon hearing the news, Zhang Xianling was distraught and rushed to the God King's presence without stopping. Seeing the God King's horrific appearance, he was overcome with grief. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he trembled as he spoke, "God King, what has happened to you?" The God King reached out a trembling hand and grasped Zhang Xianling's wrist tightly. Guilt and solemnity filled his eyes, and he spoke with difficulty, "Xianling, I have a terrible truth to tell you...You do not belong to this world. I, after consulting with the other lords of the three continents, activated an ancient teleportation formation to summon your spirit from another world and attach it to the servant disciple of Junzi Hall. We...we simply wanted to use you as a test subject to explore the possibility of achieving immortality..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xianling was struck by lightning. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief and anger. He demanded loudly, "Why? Why do you treat me like this?" The Divine King gave a bitter laugh, his breath growing weaker as he spoke haltingly, "We are in a desperate situation on this path of cultivation. Countless years of exploration have failed to find a way to break through. Only by attempting this heaven-defying act can we find a glimmer of hope... But now, the Northern Wilderness Demon King has lost control. He intends to sweep across the Three Realms and Four Continents to achieve his goal of dominating the world. Now, you are the only one who can stop him... You carry the strategy of rebellion on your shoulders, and this may be our last hope..."

With that, the Divine King channeled his last breath of true energy, continuously transferring all his life's power into Zhang Xianling's body. He stared at him intently, his eyes filled with expectation and encouragement, as if placing his final hopes on Zhang Xianling. He said, "My child, defending the Eastern Divine Land depends on you..." As his power was infused, Zhang Xianling felt his energy surge like a river bursting its banks. His cultivation level soared, and a powerful force surged through his meridians, threatening to break free from the constraints of his body. He clenched his fists, his gaze fixed firmly into the distance, and vowed to prevent this disaster, even at the cost of his own life.

Not long after, Zhang Xianling stood alone outside the Eastern Territory's border. A howling wind whipped past, rustling his clothes and emanating a chilling aura. Suddenly, a dark cloud rolled in from the distant sky, and the massive figure of the Northern Wilderness Demon King emerged from it, shrouded in demonic energy, like a demon descending from the earth, a chilling sight. The Demon King gazed at Zhang Xianling and unleashed a deafening roar: "Hmph, you are the outsider the God King holds so high? Today is your death!" His voice, filled with disdain and arrogance, reverberated throughout the heavens and earth.

Zhang Xianling snorted coldly, his eyes as cold as ice. He responded fearlessly, "Demon King, today is your day of destruction!" With that, he flashed and vanished instantly, his speed as swift as a flash of lightning. The next moment, he appeared before the Demon King like a ghost, brandishing his longsword with a sharp blade of energy. He slashed towards the Demon King like a streak of silk, shouting, "Watch out!" The sword energy whistled past, carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if to cleave everything in sight in two.

The demon king, unfazed by the sight, curled his lips slightly in a scornful smile, mocking, "Is that all you're capable of?" He extended a hand, and a ball of black demonic flame surged from his palm. The flame burned fiercely, emitting a suffocating evil aura that easily blocked Zhang Xianling's sword energy. The demonic flame swept toward Zhang Xianling, distorting space wherever it passed. Zhang Xianling stepped into the air and quickly retreated, rapidly forming seals with his hands and muttering, "Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all energy, golden light quickly appears, protect me!" A golden rune formation appeared before him. The runes shimmered with a mysterious light, forming a solid barrier that blocked the demonic flames completely, emitting a crackling sound.

"You're quite capable, but this isn't enough!" the demon king roared, his figure suddenly growing several times larger, and a pair of massive black wings sprouted from his back. The wings spread out, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Every flap of the wings brought with it a gust of wind that howled as if it would tear the world apart. The demon king, waving his massive wings, pounced on Zhang Xianling at such speed that the sound of the wind he stirred up was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. He roared, "Prepare to die!"

Zhang Xianling's eyes focused, his inner strength energized to its full potential. His entire body shone brightly, as dazzling as the sun. Unleashing a profound form of martial arts, he nimbly weaved through the demon king's attacks like a nimble fish, shouting, "Killing me won't be easy!" His longsword constantly sought the demon king's weaknesses, occasionally stabbing out deadly blasts of sword energy. The crisscrossing sword energy formed a sword net that enveloped the demon king.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, raging until the sky darkened and the earth darkened. The surrounding mountains and rivers crumbled under the aftermath of their battle, tumbling boulders and sending clouds of dust flying. Rivers shifted their courses, overflowing their banks and submerging the surrounding land. It was as if the world had ended, and the entire world was plunged into chaos and destruction.

At this moment, a peaceful Buddha light flashed in the western sky, its radiance illuminating the entire sky. The Western Territory Buddha, treading on a golden lotus, slowly approached. His face was compassionate, his appearance solemn, and he recited scriptures in a deep, solemn voice, as if endowed with a mysterious power that soothed all things. "Amitabha, well-behaved, well-behaved," he chanted. The Buddhist beads in his hand radiated a soft glow, reflecting the Buddha's light and bringing a sense of peace and tranquility to the battlefield rife with murderous intent.

Seeing this, the Northern Wilderness Demon King sneered disdainfully: "Old monk, you want to interfere in this matter too? Then don't blame me for being rude!" After that, he slapped the Buddha with his palm, and black demonic energy surged like a rolling wave, carrying the momentum of destroying everything, and rolled towards the Buddha, shouting: "Get back!"

The Buddha shook his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and chanted scriptures at an accelerated pace. A golden barrier of Buddha light instantly appeared before him. The light shone with a sacred, indestructible radiance, blocking out the surging demonic energy with a sizzling sound, as if water and fire could not coexist. The Buddha's expression was calm, and he slowly said, "Demon King, you have fallen too deeply into the devil. If you do not turn back today, you will suffer divine punishment."

"Divine punishment? I am the sky!" The demon king laughed wildly, his laughter filled with arrogance and unruliness. He attacked Zhang Xianling and the Buddha more and more frantically, waving his hands continuously, and demonic energy spread all over the sky, dyeing the entire sky black. He roared, "I will let you all know how powerful I am!"

The Southern Barbarian Gu King also arrived at this moment. He was thin and small, with a sinister look in his eyes, clutching a strange Gu flute. The flute emanated a faint green light, lending it a mysterious and eerie air. He glared at the Demon King and sneered, "Hmph, Demon King, today is your day of death. Taste the power of my Gu King!" He then placed the Gu flute to his lips and began to play an eerie melody. As the flute rang out, countless colorful Gu insects swarmed from all directions, overwhelming the sky and flying towards the Demon King. The insects' buzzing sound was terrifying.

The demon king's face darkened, and his demonic energy surged, forming a thick layer of protection that repelled the poisonous insects. He cursed, "Damn you, Gu King! How dare you ruin my plans!" But the poisonous insects continued to gnaw at his demonic energy, making him quite irritated. His eyes revealed a hint of anger and anxiety, and his attacks became more frantic.

Zhang Xianling seized the Demon King's moment of distraction and unleashed his Anti-Bone Strategy. It instantly levitated into the air, emanating a mysterious and powerful force. Its light shone brightly, illuminating the entire battlefield. As if summoned by some kind of spiritual energy, the surrounding heaven and earth converged frantically towards Anti-Bone Strategy, forming a massive vortex of spiritual energy.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" The Demon King felt a sense of unease and tried to stop Zhang Xianling, but he was entangled by the Buddha and the Gu King, unable to escape. His eyes revealed a hint of fear, and he sensed a hint of danger coming. He shouted loudly, "Just wait!"

Zhang Xianling's expression was resolute. He quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted, "The power of the heavens is reversed! Appear!" Instantly, the Anti-Bone Strategy shone brightly, a dazzling beam of light rising into the sky, piercing the clouds. Then, the light transformed into countless rune chains, each of which shimmered with mysterious light and contained endless power. The rune chains entwined themselves around the Demon King at an extremely fast speed, instantly entangling him tightly.

The demon king struggled in terror, trying to break free from the rune chains, but found his strength gradually being suppressed by this mysterious force. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, and he roared in despair, "No! I won't give in!"

As the rune chains tightened, the demon king's body was gradually imprisoned, unable to move. After exerting this powerful force, Zhang Xianling's soul began to burn out. His face turned as pale as paper, his body trembled, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead. But his eyes revealed a hint of relief and determination. He knew that he had finally done it, and he whispered softly, "Finally..."

"Donor Zhang!" The Buddha and the Gu King exclaimed, wanting to rush forward to help, but it was too late. They watched helplessly as Zhang Xianling's body slowly fell, his spirit dissipating between heaven and earth, their hearts filled with sorrow and regret. The Buddha chanted, "Amitabha, Donor Zhang's merits are immeasurable." The Gu King also sighed and said, "Alas, what a pity for such a hero."

After this great war, the Three Realms and Four Continents gradually returned to peace, and the people finally welcomed long-awaited peace. To commemorate Zhang Xianling's heroic deeds, people spread his legend far and wide, and his name became a heroic symbol in their hearts, inspiring generations. And somewhere in modern society, Zhang Xianling suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back in his original world. He looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, feeling a mixture of emotions. His experience in the world of cultivation was like an unforgettable dream, deeply etched in his heart...

It took Zhang Xianling a while to adjust to the pace of modern life. He returned to school and continued his studies, but his heart, ravaged by the turbulence of the world of cultivation, could never find peace. In the quiet of the night, he would recall every moment of his time in the Eastern Region, the companions who had fought alongside him, and his own sacrifice to protect it. Those memories, like brilliant stars, shone in his heart, forever etched.